МИНИСТЕРСТВО ОБРАЗОВАНИЯ И НАУКИ РОССИЙСКОЙ

ФЕДЕРАЦИИ

Федеральное государственное бюджетное образовательное учреждение высшего профессионального образования

«Пензенский государственный университет»

ФГБОУ ВПО «Пензенский государственный университет»

Очный факультет

Кафедра педагогического образования педагогики

Специальность «Английский язык»

Отчет о результатах лингводидактической практики

Выполнил : Нобатов А.Б.

группа 12ИПА1

Руководительница : Морозова Е.Н

ПЕНЗА-2014

Лингафонно - фонетическая часть. Список прослушанный стихов и текстов.

1. Edgar Allan Poe – A Dream Within a Dream.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yz6aruIS5TY#

2. Robert Louis Stevenson – My Shadow.

http://www.mamalisa.com/mp3/my_shadow.mp3

3. The Chaos Of English Pronunciation by Gerard Nolst Trenité. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1edPxKqiptw

4. Robert Frost- Fire And Ice.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-and-ice/

5 Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-not-taken/

6 English Joke - The Perfect Son.

http://www.manythings.org/jokes/9999.html

7 Mark talks about his love of books.

http://www.manythings.org/elllo/22.html

8 William Wordsworth ~ Upon Westminster Bridge.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=epCjhda-R-g

9 Anne Bronte – Dreams.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EG2dtznAHiU

10 Matthew Arnold - Dover Beach.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sriCfeCZ64E

1)W.Shakepeare - Hamlet's soliloquy

HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--

No more--and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--

To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprise of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,

The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remembered.

2) Robert Burns – My heart’s in the Highlands

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods; Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.v